Once upon a time I lived in Duluth, Minnesota, right on the nose of the wolf's head that is Lake Superior. I was rather young and I don't remember a whole lot except that it was amazingly cold. We went to the beach one summer and I recall running across the sand because it was so hot and then jumping out of the water because it was so cold. You could still see ice about a mile off shore.
This is a true Minnesota story. I write this to counteract all the of fiction we're hearing about a certain unfunny comedian and his victory in that state.
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